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23 December 2005 @ 12:04 am
Numb3rs Fic: Wet  
Posted to numb3rs_slash

Title: Wet
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Bettor or Worse, Sabotage
Summary: After a day by the pool with friends Don can't wait to get Charlie home
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

In retrospect, spending the entire afternoon at Colby's pool party had been a mistake.

The drive back to Montrose from Venice in weekend traffic was taking forever and Don felt like he'd explode if he didn't get Charlie indoors and soon.

Charlie, oblivious as always, was sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV drumming his fingers in time with the music on the radio and staring out the open window.

Since traffic was stopped anyway, Don let his eyes rake over Charlie's frame. His swim trunks were far too long for Don's liking, but they did show some of his bare legs. He'd borrowed one of Don's tank tops and since it was a bit too big, Don could see a fair amount of chest hair where it dipped down in the front. He tilted his head a little and could see just a hint of the graceful arc of a pec through the armhole.

Don turned his eyes back to the road. This was not helping.

He'd spent the whole afternoon watching Charlie cavort in and around the pool at Colby's new apartment complex. Diving, splashing, swimming... He'd been like a kid again, enjoying himself immensely and burning off a ton of his seemingly boundless energy.

Even now, he couldn't sit still. Fingers tapping, head nodding... Don just wanted to find some way to still him, to drain all that energy from him, then maybe he'd finally be able to catch up with him.

Traffic started moving again, but they only traveled about a mile before it slowed to a stop again. Don let out a growl of aggravation and pounded the steering wheel, startling Charlie out of his reverie.

"What's the matter, bro?" Charlie asked, concern creasing his brow.

"This traffic is..." Don clenched his fists for a few seconds and took a deep breath. "I just want to get you home."

"Well, if it helps, I'm not in a rush," Charlie offered.

"I am!" Don exclaimed, his pent up frustration getting the best of him.

Charlie reached over and used a hand to rub Don's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I thought you had a good time at the pool party. You seemed like you enjoyed it."

Don sighed. "I did, it's just... I had to watch you all day half naked and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it - not with everyone from work watching."

Charlie grinned slyly and let his hand roam up to the hair at the nape of Don's neck. "So, the problem is you just wanted me too badly?" he taunted.

"Want, not wanted. No past tense," Don admitted. "Other than that, I had a great time." Don didn't want to admit he hadn't really done much other than stare at Charlie as much as he could get away with. He'd commandeered a lounge chair with a good view of the pool and diving board so he could watch him. Thankfully, David and Colby were actively playing in the pool as well, so it looked like he was watching them all. Megan had contentedly sunk her nose into a magazine in the chaise next to him and only looked up from time to time to chastise the boys for splashing her.

Don tried to read the sports section in his hands, but found his eyes kept going back to Charlie.

He'd watch him walk up the steps out of the pool, water running in rivulets down his bare chest - tanned now from just enough summer sun. He'd pause for a moment and raise his hands to push his wet hair back from his face. Don would watch him tip his head back, following the line of his profile from his forehead, down his nose and chin, and over his throat to his Adam's apple before he'd head for the diving board once again.

Don would swallow hard and leave the newspaper on his lap for a while.

Now he had Charlie alone in the car yet there was still no relief in sight.

"Why don't you let me drive?" Charlie offered unexpectedly.

Don turned to stare at him in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Hey, just a thought!" Charlie shrugged.

They were able to drive a short distance and then they were at a standstill again.

Charlie glanced at the seemingly endless row of cars in front of them and turned to Don. "Put the car in park."


Charlie leaned over and reached for the handle, but Don got there first and put the car into park. Charlie quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and moved closer to Don as Don recoiled in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

Charlie grabbed him by the face and kissed him. Don pushed him away reluctantly. "Charlie, I'm driving."

"You're parked. We're not going anywhere at the moment." He leaned in for another kiss and Don put a hand out to stop him.

"You're just making it worse. Kissing you just makes me want you more."

"Well then, maybe we should do more than kiss." Charlie started licking Don's neck and snuck his hand up his thigh, just underneath his swim trunks.

Don jumped. "Charlie! We can't do this here!"

Without even looking up, Charlie simply murmured, "We could pull over..."


Charlie went back to his own seat, pouting slightly.

"Fuck..." Don muttered. He pulled off his own seatbelt and practically attacked Charlie, crushing their mouths together in an ardent kiss - teeth biting, tongues clashing.

Don cupped Charlie's crotch and rubbed until he felt him spring to life under his hand, as quiet noises of desire rumbled in the back of his brother's throat.

A horn honked behind them and Don withdrew, putting the car in gear and driving forward.

"Seatbelt," he reminded, as he put his own back on. He glanced over at Charlie, still panting but starting to look flustered as he squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable in his trunks. "See how it feels to be all worked up with no outlet?"

"Yeah, that was kind of mean," Charlie groused. Instead of putting his seatbelt on though, he turned around and reached for his bag in the backseat, fishing out his laptop and cell phone before tossing the bag back behind him.

"What, so now you're going to bring up porn on your laptop to torment me further?" Don mocked.

"You have a dirty mind, you know that?" Charlie said sarcastically as he put his seatbelt back on. "Unlike you, I'm not just going to bitch about wanting to get home fast. I'm going to do something about it."


"Don't you remember PEMS - the Freeway Performance Evaluation Monitoring System? Well it's not the only tool in my kit for traffic."

"Yeah, but Charlie, my car doesn't come equipped with a Wi-Fi Internet connection."

"No, but my cell phone does. I can connect to my cell phone carrier's data network via Bluetooth and get online, albeit at pretty slow speeds, from anywhere I can get cell coverage."

"Not too shabby," Don nodded.

Charlie spent a few minutes looking at different web sites and then looked up at where they were at the moment. "Take the next exit. We need to get off the 10. It's gridlocked for miles ahead of us. I'm going to give you some directions for surface streets that'll take us directly to the 2."

"Um, Charlie. You do realize that that will take us through some pretty sketchy areas."

"Huh?" Charlie looked up from the laptop, as oblivious as Don thought he'd be.

"Well it's not exactly hardcore gang turf, but it's not going to be pretty."

Charlie shrugged. "So we roll up the windows and turn on the A/C for a while. You're armed. I'm not worried. Are you?"

Don smiled. "No, buddy. I'm not worried at all." He flipped on his turn signal and merged onto the exit.

It took quite a few turns and a bit of driving to get to the 2, but at least they were moving, even if it was only at surface street speeds.

By the time they got on the 2 - which was as clear as Charlie said it would be - Don's concentration on driving had almost quelled his overwhelming desire for Charlie.


"We're home free now, man!" Charlie grinned and closed up his laptop, leaning around to put it behind his seat. When he came back around, he moved his hand to Don's shoulder again, slipping his fingers under his tank top to rub the tense muscles there.

The skin on skin contact brought back all of Don's aching anticipation again, and he let out a low moan.

"Is that an 'oh that feels good' moan or a 'don't do that you're driving me crazy' moan?"

"Yes," Don answered, making Charlie chuckle.

"Only a few minutes more," he said.

Charlie moved his hand to Don's neck next, squeezing away the tension there. He ran his fingernails lightly over Don's scalp, knowing how much it both relaxed and energized him.

As they exited the freeway near Don's neighborhood, Charlie got a little bolder and laid his hand on Don's thigh just below the edge of his swim trunks.

Don glanced down and then over at Charlie.

"I'm still driving," he warned.

"I know," Charlie said innocently.

At the first red light they hit, Charlie tore off his seatbelt, pushed the car into park and ravaged Don's mouth as he slipped his hand under his trunks.

No longer willing or able to push him away, Don returned his kiss fiercely, burying his hand in the curls at the back of Charlie's head and holding him still while he plundered his mouth and bucked up into his hand.

About thirty seconds into the kiss, Charlie broke it off and went back to his seat just in time for the green light.

"Bastard," Don mumbled under his breath.

Charlie laughed as he put his seatbelt back on. "I'm just getting you back for getting me all worked up on the 10."

"Getting you worked up?" Don exclaimed. "What about me? You've been working me up all afternoon."

"Yeah, but yours was intentional. You thought we'd be on that freeway for another hour and yet you got me all hot and bothered anyway."

"Okay, yeah that's true," Don finally admitted. "But you were way too smug so I figured you should suffer too."

"Share your pain? Yeah, thanks," Charlie smirked.

"Snarky bastard," Don grumbled good-naturedly.

"Well, it's one of the things you love about me," Charlie said with a grin. "This is another one." The light in front of them turned red and Don stopped the car, putting it into park just in case.

Charlie slipped out of his shoulder belt only and leaned over, putting his head in Don's lap.


Before Don could protest further, Charlie was mouthing the head of his cock through the thin fabric of his trunks.

"Oh, fuck..." Don gripped the wheel with one hand, and the back of Charlie's head in his lap with the other. He stared at the signal in front of him, not sure now if he wanted it to change as soon as possible so they could get home, or if he wanted it to stay red so Charlie wouldn't have to get up right away.

Charlie breathed hot and hard over the now moist spot and a chill went up Don's spine just before Charlie raised his head and the light turned green.

"Light's green, Don."

Don gritted his teeth and drove off.

"So, are you mad at me for making the wait harder for you?" Charlie teased.

"Well, let's see..." Don paused for a second to make a turn, then moved his hand to Charlie's crotch and rubbed him vigorously, almost coarsely, stroking rapidly with his full hand against the front of his brother's trunks. Charlie tried to arch up into the contact, but the lap belt held him back.

"Oh, Don... Please..." Charlie started to untie his shorts to let Don's hand inside, but Don pulled his hand away.

"Sorry, have to wait."

"Bastard! You did that on purpose!" Charlie whined.

"Well... Yeah." Don turned to Charlie with a wicked grin on his face "What goes around, comes around. Now grab your stuff, we're almost there."

Charlie grabbed his bag and laptop then put his still damp towel in with Don's in Don's gym bag. "All set."

With only a few streets to go, their hands naturally began to gravitate back to each other. Charlie's fingers crept up Don's thigh again, stroking the soft skin near the crease of his hip. Don's fingertips dipped down below Charlie's waistband, deeper with each pass as he slid his hand back and forth across Charlie's abdomen.

Knowing they couldn't kiss in the car in Don's neighborhood, for fear of being seen and recognized, made them want to kiss so much more it became almost unbearable.

Charlie had his door open almost before the car came to a full stop in Don's parking space. Don hastily slammed the car into park, almost not caring if the doors locked behind them as they rushed into the building.

Aching to touch, the final seconds until they reached his apartment were excruciating.

Don fumbled briefly with his keys as Charlie fidgeted anxiously a safe distance away.

Once the door was open, they burst inside, Don closing and locking it as Charlie threw the bags in his hands onto the couch.

They came together with the power of a thunderclap.

Kisses devouring, consuming... Hands sliding over skin, under clothing, grasping, stroking...

Don almost tore his tank top off of Charlie's torso to get to the chest he'd been ogling all day. He ran his hands over Charlie's pecs as his tongue moved almost indecisively back and forth between each rapidly hardening nipple.

Distracted by Don's attentions, Charlie slipped his fingers underneath and inside Don's clothing wherever he could reach, feeding his craving for Don's skin with hungry caresses.

Despite the flurry of frenetic energy finally released once they were alone, Don felt something was off. He paused, looked at Charlie for a second, then realized what was missing. "This isn't what I've been fantasizing about all day."

"It's not?" Charlie looked more confused than hurt, which Don was grateful for, since he hadn't meant it to sound the way it came out.

"No..." he soothed. "It's just... I wanted you...want you... all wet..."

Charlie broke out in a devilish grin. "That could be arranged," he said seductively.

Don grabbed him by the hand and dragged him impatiently towards the bathroom. Charlie followed, laughing joyfully.

Don ripped his own tank top off and turned on the shower, warm but not hot.

They both got in, swim trunks still on, and Charlie stood under the spray until his hair was soaked and he was drenched.

Don watched for a moment as the water ran down his brother's body, as his neck made the same graceful curve when he threw his head back. This was what he wanted.

He lowered his mouth to Charlie's wet skin, tracing the path of a rivulet of water as it traveled down his pec to his belly, lapping at the slender stream, lost in the tang of sweat, chlorine and the unmistakable taste that was uniquely Charlie beneath it all. He chased rivulets all over his body, following one to a nipple, another down to his hip.

Charlie stood there under the spray reveling in the sweet heat of Don's mouth on him, running his hands randomly over Don's skin, repeating his brother's name softly, almost like a prayer.

A tiny whine caught Don's attention, as Charlie's impatience began to rival his own. He stood up straight and pushed Charlie against the wall, pressing their bodies against each other as he brought their lips together again for a deep intense kiss.

At first Charlie melted into the kiss, then his ever busy hands strayed, managing to untie Don's sodden swim trunks and push them off his hips. The trunks fell with a splat onto the tub floor and Don absentmindedly kicked them aside.

Don turned Charlie so the spray was hitting him in the chest and slid to his knees before him, eliciting a moan of anticipation. Don's tongue traced the line of dark hair down from his navel as he undid Charlie's swim trunks and tugged them off. His tongue kept descending, Charlie's cock twitching as Don neared it.

Settling a hand on Charlie's hip, Don sucked Charlie's cock into his mouth and was treated to a mindless cry of ecstasy as he greedily took him in, finally allowed to do what he'd longed to do all day by the pool.

He took his own painfully hard cock into his other hand and started stroking himself as his head bobbed up and down over Charlie's glistening wet curls. A low groan rumbled in the back of his throat as he sank into the pleasure he'd been denied all day.

The hand on Charlie's hip slid down slowly, resting over his thigh for a while, feeling the tension in the muscles there as they clenched and quivered. Next, he slipped his hand down to caress his calf then back up again, this time on the inside of his leg.

"Don, please..." Charlie's voice was begging, but Don was only vaguely aware of it until Charlie pulled him to stand up. "Not like that," he murmured. "Want to come with you..."

Don pressed their bodies together and turned them so they had their sides facing the spray. Water ran down in torrents over them, mixing with sweat to make them slick, slippery. Don pulled Charlie up tight against him, cocks lined up, wet and aching. It only took a few seconds of rubbing against each other to find the perfect groove, both of them alternating between grasping tighter and relaxing into the overwhelming sensation of friction.

Charlie looked almost out of his mind with bliss, but Don wanted more. He pulled away for just a few seconds, leaving Charlie keening at the loss. He grabbed a bottle and quickly poured some of the contents haphazardly into his hand.

Pushing Charlie back against the wall, he slathered the slick mess on both of their cocks then wrapped his hand around both of them. Stroking rapidly, his hand slid effortlessly up and down the two cocks simultaneously.

Don latched on to Charlie's neck, biting, tasting, moaning into the wet skin he'd wanted so badly.

Head thrown back, Charlie was so far gone he'd lost the capacity for sentences.

"Fuck, Don.... Oh God.... Faster, please... Wet, good... Wanted you too... Fuck, yes..."

Don focused on his breathing, his control, not wanting to come before Charlie.

"Tell me... Wanted me... Tell me..."

Understanding what Charlie needed, Don raised his lips to his brother's ear.

"God, I wanted to fuck you so bad today. I watched you, all wet and hard and tan... I wanted to drag you from the pool and fuck you on the diving board... Wanted to suck your dick in the jacuzzi, get you all hot then bend you over a lounge chair and take your sweet ass so hard..."

Charlie gasped and shuddered as Don felt a different kind of warm wetness coat his hand. Charlie's hand fumbled over his own so Don pulled his hand away, thinking he wanted him to stop.

Charlie just replaced Don's hand with his, slicking Don's cock fresh with his own come. A few strokes in, Don was clutching Charlie hard by the biceps, overwhelmed by the slick pressure and the almost careless force of his strokes.

"Oh God..."

Charlie leaned to whisper in his ear. "Just wait... Tonight, when you're good and ready, I'm going to suck your cock so hard you'll scream my name. I'm going to let you fuck my sweet mouth as long as you want... Going to take you deep and fast..."

His voice trailed off as Don stiffened and came with a guttural groan, then collapsed against Charlie bonelessly.

Leaning against the wall they rested together, simply breathing, neither willing to break the contact between them just yet.

"Fuck," Don sighed. "You made me wait a long time for that."

Charlie grinned. "Yeah, but I'm worth the wait."

Don returned his smile and laid a gentle kiss on his damp curls. "Yes, you are."

Reluctantly, Don pulled away to grab the soap. "We should get cleaned up before we run out of hot water."

"Allow me," Charlie said softly, taking the soap from Don's hand.

Don stood there and let Charlie soap him up, an act more tender than sexual at this point, but still erotic enough to give Don ideas for later.

Before he could return the favor, Don found that Charlie had soaped himself up and he guided both of them through the spray until they were rinsed and clean.

Don washed Charlie's hair for him instead, massaging his scalp as he worked the shampoo through his long curls. He could tell Charlie was tired by how slow his movements were becoming so he even rinsed it for him when Charlie's arms seemed too heavy for him to keep them lifted. He rushed through a quick shampoo for himself then turned the water off.

When they got out of the shower, Don wrapped Charlie in soft towels and dried him, watching his eyes start to droop.

Don dried himself off quickly and guided the towel covered Charlie towards the bedroom where he rolled up like a mummy on top of the bed before Don could stop him.

Charlie didn't crash often, but when he did, he crashed hard.

Don managed to pull the covers down beneath him by moving him around. He drew the covers over him and gave him a few moments to warm up before he started slipping the towels off him.

Eyes almost closed, Charlie protested just slightly, but let his brother divest him of the towels before Don joined him in bed.

Charlie automatically shifted to lie in Don's arms, settling in right away and starting up a slow rhythmic breathing pattern.

Don kissed the top of his brother's head and smiled.

If that was what it took to bring Charlie to a state of perfect stillness, he'd have to do it more often.

Don closed his own eyes, letting that stillness fall over himself as well.


Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 23rd, 2005 08:34 am (UTC)
This fic is a birthday gift for 1trackmind, one of the queens of comment porn.

One of the reasons I decided to take the plunge, get an LJ of my own, and start writing this fandom was that the Cyn/Mags comment porn really did eat my brain! ;-)

This fic is just a tiny way of showing my appreciation for all the entertaining reading over the last few months.

So thanks Cyn, for all the great fic!

(Very special thanks to betas sydian, melissima, memprime and monkeyfun1 for their assistance with this fic. Thanks also to penguingal for checking it out in advance to make sure Cyn would like it. I figured if the fic gets a thumbs up from Mags it can't be bad!)

So Happy Birthday Cyn! I hope you like your present!


Emma DeMarais
Cynthia: CD Flirts by midnighta1trackmind on December 24th, 2005 11:21 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
One of the reasons I decided to take the plunge, get an LJ of my own, and start writing this fandom was that the Cyn/Mags comment porn really did eat my brain! ;-)

Aw, that's very sweet!

So Happy Birthday Cyn! I hope you like your present!

I love it! I love the escalation in the car and tenderness at the end. Charlie does know how to push Don's buttons, doesn't he?

Really, this was quite lovely, thank you so much!
Re: Confession - emmademarais on December 24th, 2005 10:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Dani: Don splendaaaumbralillium on December 23rd, 2005 01:56 pm (UTC)
O_O Eep. Brain go SPLODEY!!
Jestana: Flamboyant-leejestana on December 23rd, 2005 03:40 pm (UTC)
You're having way too much fun with that word. *amused*
(no subject) - emmademarais on December 23rd, 2005 11:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - emmademarais on December 23rd, 2005 11:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
gyen_gaoltosing: Tastegyen_gaoltosing on December 23rd, 2005 03:06 pm (UTC)
So much fun. :D
Emma, I really like piece. I *LOVE* the build up in the car. And then, of course, the shower...OMG. So much fun. And an excellent birthday gift, IMO. :D Great job.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 23rd, 2005 11:12 pm (UTC)
Re: So much fun. :D
Thank you so much.

I forgot to add to my confession that part of the inspiration for the car section was Dira Sudis's 314 X2R. She had two hand on thigh in the car sequences that I enjoyed so much I think they kind of influenced me subconsciously since I didn't realize it until after I was done writing the whole fic!

The shower... I had to laugh because I recently reread a thread where someone said they needed a shower after reading their first incest fic. I kind of liked the idea of someone reading this and *wanting* to take a shower afterwards. LOL!


Emma DeMarais
One Part Exuberance; Two Parts Obsession: christmas donpenguingal on December 23rd, 2005 03:34 pm (UTC)
Oh My God I love this even more the second time around. So hot, and tender. Just the perfect mix. Your descriptive words and phrases are simply top-notch.

Especially this:

They came together with the power of a thunderclap.

Kisses devouring, consuming... Hands sliding over skin, under clothing, grasping, stroking...

And this:

He'd watch him walk up the steps out of the pool, water running in rivulets down his bare chest -tanned now from just enough summer sun. He'd pause for a moment and raise his hands to push his wet hair back from his face. Don would watch him tip his head back, following the line of his profile from his forehead, down his nose and chin, and over his throat to his Adam's apple before he'd head for the diving board once again.

GUH. Excellent.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 23rd, 2005 11:28 pm (UTC)
Oh My God I love this even more the second time around. So hot, and tender. Just the perfect mix. Your descriptive words and phrases are simply top-notch.

Thank you and thanks again for checking it out in advance for me! You saw the unbetaed version earlier and now you get to see how good betas and a long edit/polish session really help out my fic!

The Charlie emerging from the pool visual was my favorite. I could picture it happening in slow motion even though it probably would have been fairly quick. People seemed to like Wet!Charlie in the pilot episode so how can you not love Wet!HalfNaked!Charlie more? ;-)


Walking Liability: Don Sees Me asemic on December 23rd, 2005 03:53 pm (UTC)
You are amazing. Simply amazing. This was delightfully naughty and the best thing to read after seeing the blanekt of snow and ice covering my entire area.

BTW, expect an email later today or tonight in response to yours.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 23rd, 2005 11:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I've had such good naughty fun with Cyn's fic that I was trying to return the favor. ;-)

BTW, expect an email later today or tonight in response to yours.

Oh good! I was worried you hadn't gotten mine. /nods/


Emma DeMarais
Silvia: togethercordy1979 on December 23rd, 2005 08:39 pm (UTC)
i was really tired when i came home from work today. our customers (i become a bookseller) were quite grueling, still looking for christmas presents...but fortunately i looked into my lj nonetheless :) this story is SO great, hot and yummy and...just perfect :) you are amazing, thanks for sharing :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 23rd, 2005 11:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Nothing like a little heat to warm up a cold winter's day.

I know there are some areas that enjoy swimsuit weather in December, but for those dreaming of warmer climes this (and the hotness of D/C) should kick up the temperature a little at least temporarily. ;-)


Emma DeMarais
bree1387bree1387 on December 23rd, 2005 11:27 pm (UTC)
Thanks for sharing this! There seems to be a lack of shower scenes in the Numb3rs fandom, and this one was very hot. Perfect way to end the week. I also liked the description of Charlie at the pool with his boundless energy. He is like a big kid at times.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 23rd, 2005 11:49 pm (UTC)
A lack of shower scenes? /makes note to rectify that situation/ ;-)

I do think Charlie has a childlike energy at times. I wonder how much of that is DK's own personality seeping through and how much is acting, or if it's just really good casting to put someone who has that energy naturally purposefully into that role.


Emma DeMarais
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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 24th, 2005 12:37 am (UTC)
Thank you. I liked that bit too, mostly because it rang true to me. Who hasn't rolled up their windows and locked their doors before driving through a questionable area? Tossing Charlie's faith in Don in there was just a bonus. He feels safe with his big brother at his side and Don recognizes that Charlie might not even think of this stuff if he wasn't around to keep him safe.

Angst is nice. Angst is lovely. I just had to see if there was more to the D/C pairing's appeal than angst and shame. I mean, if the only appeal is the OMG it's so *wrong* factor, then that's pretty limiting (and I'm sure telling, but in a way I'm not experienced or cognizant enough to explain at this point).

Jumping in and assuming a pre-existing relationship is nice, but I don't do it all the time. The whole Last Call Series is about examining each step, so it was fun this time to just skip over most of them and get to the juicy parts. ;-)


Emma DeMarais
Keylaneverbelonged on December 24th, 2005 02:35 am (UTC)
guh and sweet and more guh and. /drools/
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 24th, 2005 06:08 am (UTC)
Thanks... /offers neverbelonged a candy cane/
(no subject) - neverbelonged on December 24th, 2005 03:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - emmademarais on December 24th, 2005 10:56 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Michaela: Temptationnighean_isis on December 24th, 2005 04:52 am (UTC)
My. ::clears throat:: Ok, color me speechless. For several moments after finishing, I honestly couldn't think of the superlatives I wanted that would fit this story.

Hot, sweet, tender and teasing by turns - as are the boys themselves. This was very good. It's so...them. And a non-angst, no-guilt, no shame story is a wonderful thing to read.

From a response to a comment above, apparently you've written more stories. I'll have to track them down to add them to this gem. You mentioned a 'Last Call' series...

Please write more. I know I'll read more. :-)

Thank you for writing this.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 24th, 2005 11:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

I've written quite a bit in the last two months. I now have 20 Numb3rs fic posted on this LJ. Just review my archive. Almost every post has fic in it.

Last Call is a series with nine fic in it so far, but only some of them have been published. You can check out this post (Series Information - Last Call) in particular to find out which are available and in what order they come chronologically in the storyline (they weren't posted in chronological order so it's up to you what order you read them in - post or timeline).

Plenty more fic is on the way. I have five more fic completed but not published and seven others partially written. (Apparently my muse has no off button!)


Emma DeMarais
The meerkats are in the bag.: DonCharliewebbgirl on December 24th, 2005 05:03 pm (UTC)
Broken brain. (In the good porny way though.) That was incredibly hot!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 24th, 2005 11:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Reading Comment Porn really *does* help my muse up the hotness factor! ;-)
sydian: [sg1] jack & may - future king {me}sydian on December 26th, 2005 07:11 pm (UTC)
Guh, so hot! The more often I read this, the hotter it seems to get... :) Don/Charlie shower sex is really something I can't get enough of, especially if it's so well written *happy sigh*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 27th, 2005 10:05 am (UTC)
I'm glad you like it. The remaining portion of my brain that *didn't* melt from reading comment porn must have learned something, else this fic would never have been anywhere near as good. ;-)


Emma DeMarais

Cassáncassanlynx on January 31st, 2006 10:27 am (UTC)
Ohhhhhhhhh... thank you for pointing this out to me!! :) It's so completely wrong, of course - which means that, being bad as I am, I absolutely loved it. It's a shame that I suck at commenting - but I think it's been a while since I've read a fic as hot as this one. *beams*

Charlie breathed hot and hard over the now moist spot and a chill went up Don's spine just before Charlie raised his head and the light turned green.
*snickers* You have to love how Charlie's able to control the traffic lights. It must be soo hot annoying to take him home if he'll do wicked distracting things things like that to you.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 31st, 2006 11:48 am (UTC)
You're welcome and your comments are great! Hey, I'm just happy to get any! My poor Supernatural fic are getting next to none and most of them are one or two words long!

As far as Charlie and traffic lights goes, he has likened traffic to his specialty of fluid dynamics, so perhaps he's seen data on traffic flow patterns as relates to timed lights. Either that or he's just very lucky. ;-)

I'm glad you enjoyed this one.


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